December 8, 2018

"... I fell for him the moment he handed me a red Gerber daisy. I fell for the small gap between his teeth. I touched his hand by feigning interest in the ring he had made from a bicycle spoke. We loved the same obscure music. Days later, he waltzed with me on Berkeley Pier, my gloves arranged in his breast pocket like a kerchief. He created a rabbit out of a squeegee and a towel and made me laugh at its antics. The afternoon I chose to tell my husband, light streamed into our yellow kitchen. Our son was in his room, playing with Hogwarts toys...."

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"I bring them water. I kiss one good night but not the other. One is my boyfriend of 10 years. The other is my husband. My husband and I actually consider ourselves exes, but we never divorced. We still love each other, just not romantically."

CrazyI'm crazy for feeling so lonelyI'm crazyCrazy for feeling so blueI knewYou'd love me as long as you wantedAnd then some dayYou'd leave me for somebody new.

"Crazy," Patsy Cline (1961)

If Harvey Weinstein has to deal with this type of crazy Upper West Side Manhattan Women, maybe the potted plant is not such a bad option.

Althouse, your NYT links are awesome at the end of the month, when I can't fucking read them, and they are really, really shitty at the beginning of the month. And I click on them, and then I'm like, why the fuck did I click on that?

I have a half a mind to go back to late November and read that awesome shit I wanted to read, but couldn't. It's probably still relevant, right?

I have a little voice that says, how do you know it's good if you couldn't read it, maybe it's all shitty NYT all the time. And another little voice that says, no, the fucking late month clicks are awesome, I know this, I just got to train my brain not to click on this early month shit.

Anyway, don't bother clicking on the Playgirl G-rated free sex fantasy at the NYT. Hold off for, I don't know, December 19 or maybe even December 27. I'll bet the NYT free shit is amazing on December 27.

Maso meet Sado. We're in lust and pleasure. Civil unions for consenting adults and we don't have to hear about their fetishes, weirdness, monotonic perspective, and extreme divergence. Well, at least not until their minority becomes political congruent.

AOS had a story about Cucksheds yesterday. Luxury sheds for your backyard where you wait for your wife's fucking to conclude. It's big with the GOPe crowd. Weakly Standard should cover it before it folds.

I have seen it, but without the postmod rationalization: that is new, soon to be another weapon in the culture war. The article is just a way to soften up the deplorables. That it's all "for the child" is the tell.

How would she feel if the husband's girlfriend joined the marriage? Why didn't she suggest he should find someone on the side for "equality"?

The human race is a very neurotic species. We see all kinds of selfish and/or neurotic behavior all the time. We see messiah complexes; we see body dysmorphia disorders such as anorexia; we see hysteria and derangement syndromes about lots of things.

I have seen it, but without the postmod rationalization: that is new, soon to be another weapon in the culture war. The article is just a way to soften up the deplorables. That it's all "for the child" is the tell.

Back when SCOTUS ruled on gay marriage, there were about four articles by my count within a month declaring that gays weren't monogamous, hence their marriages wouldn't be monogamous, and we straights needed to get over our expectation of monogamy.

1) He has shifted to the boyfriend a job that he no longer wants to do with his wife. Conversation, her emotional issues and sex are now no longer his problem.

2) Assuming the wife has any of her soul left (unlikely, I know), she now has a HUGE moral burden. So any game he wants to go to, any fishing trips he wants to make, any time he doesn't want to visit her whore of a mother...he has a get out of shit card that is platinum edition.

3) Can anyone say 'blackmail material'?

4) If he still has a sex drive, he can find someone on the side as well, but not be stupid enough to actually tell the wife. And if she finds out, she can't say shit.

5) If he doesn't mind, she doesn't matter. This feels like emotional oneupsmanship "Can you work with him? Can you watch us have sex? Can you clean me out?" She seems to be looking for SOME emotional connection with her husband and...zilch. If she wasn't so morally bankrupt, I would pity her.

6) Gentlemen...it takes time to accumulate a nest egg, shuffle finances around, emotionally disconnect, work out a transfer to another part of the state/country, and do all the little chores as a prelude to a male successful divorce.

This story baffles me. SF always seems like a place where the ratio of straight women to straight men is at least 2:1. How does this well-past-her-prime woman reverse those odds? Seems like the two guys have gotta be bi. I mean, it's fucking SF!

She sort-of blames this arrangement on her parents for getting divorced, but seems incurious about what form of weirdness the kid will bring to *his* future relationships after seeing what a sucker's game marriage can be.

I once scooped a fallen lemon birthday pie from the floor and turned it into lemon crumble. (My superhero talent is finding light in the dark.)I live with my ex-husband who is wonderful, loving, and fun — and we are raising our son together.

My son’s middle name is Q and he is trying to teach me how to juggle.

I spent the first 25 years of my life wishing I were a gal who could wear hats. (Becoming who we are is a practice!)

I love hot air balloons and my beau once surprised me with a ride in one at daybreak.

I work in a beautiful studio in the backyard that was built with lots of sweat and love by my ex-husband and my beau of 10 years.

I’m teaching myself how to stop being matchy-matchy by wearing stripes with polka dots with hound’s-tooth.

I have a vintage black velvet cloak that I’ve made myself wear to the grocery store or library in order to practice not saving things for good. (If this were the last day of my life, I’d like to be wearing something fun and fancy. Wouldn’t you?!)”

The problem with the pure slut is that she falls in love with the seductive men. And there is an endless number of seductive men waiting for a chance at conquering her. Being married to that wife would be masochism that will never end.

The woman seems boring and selfish. Everything is about her feeling great about the things others do for her. The few other things she does is try to do trivial things that she thinks she is bad at doing, like wearing a hat or getting men to sleep with a promiscuous woman.

The woman seems boring and selfish. Everything is about her feeling great about the things others do for her. The few other things she does is try to do trivial things that she thinks she is bad at doing, like wearing a hat or getting men to sleep with a promiscuous woman.

The very model of the modern marxist feminist.

rhhardin says that women don’t begin to realize that the selfishness that men indulge in them because they have pussies is unattractive until sometime in their thirties, when they begin to try to hide it. This article is just further proof that he is right.

She was working in Garden 7, near where the fire had been. I saw a few chunks of blackened wood amidst the green. Her elbows lifted methodically, delicately, and I saw that she still was good. She was radiant.

I wanted to go back. I would speak, or not speak. To lay with her again. The silence of the forest crept up to the corrugated metal of Pod 471, suspending us there.

"open marriage" never works. If someone is cares about you so little that they are ok with you have sex with others, will they be there when you need them? ha. Are they really listening when you talk? I doubt it.